| Lil' Wyte’s the name, there ain’t a day pass
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| That I ain’t in trouble, this changes the game
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| And turns a somersault to a double
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| They hating me now, I vapped out and they gon' feel my rumble
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| But it is all gravy, I’m running and ain’t 'bouta stumble
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| Back off a few years and you will find some crooked decisions
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| I managed them clear and did not let them break down my vision
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| That’s all I don’t need, somebody try’na stop what I’m giving
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| But there’s just too many hoes out there
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| To give one bitch my pimping
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| I’m bringing ya Memphis
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| I just joined the white rapper convention
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| Back in the day, I blazed my hay and dreamed about recognition
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| But I done made it, they hate it
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| I love it because of DJ Paul and Juicy J
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| I got so far from above it
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| Pushing and shoving
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| They don’t know of that, I’m posted on a regular
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| Good 'ole boy from around the way
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| Might be small but don’t test me, brah
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| Question, brah, listen, brah, yes, that’s what I’m stressing, brah
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| Yes, that’s me in your hood, 2 do' Cutlass what I’m flexing, brah
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| Jus' the good 'ole boys, hanging out getting high
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| Jus' the good 'ole boys, watching cops riding by
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| Jus' the good 'ole boys, sitting round drinking beer
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| Jus' the good 'ole boys, we was the clique the haters feared
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| Jus' the good 'ole boys, never really wanted blow
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| Jus' the good 'ole boys was overloaded on that dro
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| Jus' the good 'ole boys, 2 doo' Cutlass what we flexing
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| Jus' the good 'ole boys, if you in the road
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| You better move, we com’n yo direction
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| Don’t let yo window catch a cloud, I’m as high as you
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| I know you wish this song would keep on bumping
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| Through a pound or point 2
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| But it’s all good, it’s gonna go off
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| Like everything that goes up comes down
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| I make sounds come out my mouf
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| Then put now snawls to make 'em melt
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| Watch me guarantee the game nothing but some fucking pain
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| Put cyanide in syringes and inject it in they veins
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| Threw up on the league the hardest music Memphis seen in a while
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| Hit me quick wit Triple 6 and then let out 'Mystic Style'
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| I was hook and good 'ole boys like me was catching the vibe
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| I survive, I strive, now look at me, I’m all in the sky
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| Keep in mind, I was the one overlooked alla the times
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| Deep inside, I thought that I was the one never would rise
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| Here I am, I’m spitting it out and bringing it to ya today
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| Ain’t no gangsta, just a Bay Area represento
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| Wit something to say
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| So if you want me, come get me, y’kno where I’m at
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| I’m prolly there right now but there’s no way good 'ole boy
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| Like me go out without my crown now
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| Jus' the good 'ole boys, hanging out getting high
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| Jus' the good 'ole boys, watching cops riding by
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| Jus' the good 'ole boys, sitting round drinking beer
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| Jus' the good 'ole boys, we was the clique the haters feared
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| Jus' the good 'ole boys, never really wanted blow
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| Jus' the good 'ole boys was overloaded on that dro
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| Jus' the good 'ole boys, 2 doo' Cutlass what we flexing
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| Jus' the good 'ole boys, if you in the road
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| You better move, we com’n yo direction
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| It’s like this, good 'ole boys
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| I don’t get what they can out this game
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| Whether we are down in our slums or we on top of this thang
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| 'Cuz I’ve got some real ones rolling with me down for the cause
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| Even if the situation get sticky, they ain’t 'bouta pause
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| So I must watch over my fleet and lead 'em all inta victory
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| Mystery, how did I get here? |
| All the rest is just history
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| Liberty is what I’m seeking to get away from misery
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| Mess with me, you’ll be fucked up 'cuz I’ll let out inner energy
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| Never was a problem child, always kept up with the game
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| The slang and somehow everyone in the hood knew my name
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| It ain’t my fault, it made me to be something that you ain’t
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| It is my fault, I’m doing something that y’kno you can’t
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| Man, I remember getting drunk, drinking my self unda the flo'
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| Reminiscing of throwing up, making love to the commode
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| I did my dirt, didn’t I get caught and still serf birds in the end
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| But that’s all right 'cuz all I needs, my little girl and my pen
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| Jus' the good 'ole boys, hanging out getting high
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| Jus' the good 'ole boys, watching cops riding by
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| Jus' the good 'ole boys, sitting round drinking beer
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| Jus' the good 'ole boys, we was the clique the haters feared
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| Jus' the good 'ole boys, never really wanted blow
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| Jus' the good 'ole boys was overloaded on that dro
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| Jus' the good 'ole boys, 2 doo' Cutlass what we flexing
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| Jus' the good 'ole boys, if you in the road
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| You better move, we com’n yo direction |